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[right][url=https://homestuck.bandcamp.com/track/crystalanthemums]Alexander Rosetti- Crystalanthemums[/url][/right]

[i][colour=f6989d]"..."[/colour]

[colour=khaki]"...So tell me, how did you settle on a name?"[/colour]

[colour=f6989d]"It wasn't hard."[/colour]

[colour=khaki]"And yet, some spend weeks deciding on what to call their engines."[/colour]

[colour=f6989d]"Well, I did not."[/colour]

[colour=khaki]"I presume it has no particular meaning, then?"[/colour] Teasing.

[colour=f6989d]"Of course it does, Ceeln."[/colour] Unperturbed.

[colour=khaki]"Oh?"[/colour][/i]

[colour=f6989d][i]"The[/i] Horror.[i] It's what people feel when they're swept away. When the beauty of the thing is too raw, too far beyond what they believe should and should not be. But it exists nonetheless. That's what I want to be, Ceeln. The awe that shudders."[/i][/colour]

[colour=khaki][i]"...That's so very you, Jvan."[/i][/colour]

[i]Short sharp cackle.[/i] [colour=f6989d][i]"I[/i] am[i] very me."[/i][/colour]

[i][colour=khaki]"I... see."[/colour]

[colour=f6989d]"I think not,"[/colour] said Jvan, as nonchalant about Ceeln's disability as only a sibling can be. Ceeln shrugged as if to say [/i]fair.

[i][colour=khaki]"..."[/colour]

[colour=f6989d]"..."[/colour]

[colour=khaki]"Vowzra's beard, you have a touch for this."[/colour]

[colour=f6989d]"Try Achozaal's. I hear it's longer."[/colour] Some thudding sounds. Jvan crawled out from inside the war engine. [colour=f6989d]"Some say Vestec hides a goatee under his-AGH NO CEELN YOU BASTARD"[/colour]

Sisterly laughter, lovingly cruel. 

[/i][colour=khaki][i]"Oh, I [/i]definitely[i] don't see you enough, Jvan."[/i][/colour]

[i][colour=f6989d]"..."[/colour] Resigned limpness, arms crossed.

[colour=RosyBrown]"...Senator Nuul?"[/colour]

[colour=khaki]"Yes?"[/colour] [colour=f6989d]"...?"[/colour]

[colour=RosyBrown]"Eh, my apologies. I forget you're siblings."[/colour] Light, gruff smile. [colour=RosyBrown]"Senator Ceeln, then. The ambassadors."[/colour]

A nod. Ceeln turned back from Prrhyi. [colour=khaki]"Farewell, Jvan."[/colour]

[colour=f6989d]"..."[/colour][/i]